this little bat goes wandering for clothes

[bodyreads]

Who: bodyreads and OPEN.
When: Thursday, November 17th and Friday, November 18th.
Where: Sector 4 for shopping on the 17th. Sector 5 and 9 on the 18th for general stuff.
Summary: Cass is doing some winter clothes shopping during her usual scouting and wandering.
Warnings: None right now. Possibly violence for anything at night, and there's always the

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darkness, friday!!

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[ It's not often that she allows herself a chance to take this shape. In fact, it's increasingly rarer for every bounty hunter encountered. Tonight has been good so far though, and after allowing herself a brief flight, she's settled down onto a rooftop to enjoy another favored activity: inflicting misery.

Tonight it's on a small, winged mutation. The thing is trapped under one giant paw while the other works, almost delicately, to pluck off its feathery wings. There are an awful lot of feathery wings to plurk off. She'd have thought it used to be a bird for them all, if not for the giant compound eyes and hooves. ...Man. The denizens of the night around here are really weird. It still screeches quite pleasingly in pain, though. ]

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[She'd been told of a dragon hanging around. In fact, she'd heard about the second dragon to appear in the Port and she's really wanted to see them. So it's her lucky night when she hears the screeching of a monster and looks up to see the dragon ripping into it slowly. She uses a grappling hook to get up to the rooftop beside the dragon's to get a closer look.

Let her be spotted. She doesn't mind. She's just never seen something like this before. Superheroes and powers aside, this is a rare occasion.]

wow "to plurk off". you can tell where i am too often. pluck* :(

[fantasycliche]

[ She's aware immediately of her visitor. There's a lot to give her away, after all. A dragon's eyes don't miss much in the dark, and then there's the faint noises a living body makes, and of course her scent. It's the fact that she's not trying to hide herself more than anything that keeps Khisanth relaxed, though. This probably isn't someone looking for a fight. Which would normally be disappointing, but fights are actually something to be avoided here, as strange as that is.

She waits until her prey has lost two more limbs before glancing over, head swiveling on its long neck. ]

Hello.

[ Pleasant, almost cordial. An odd contrast to the pained wailing underscoring it. ]

hahaha <33

[bodyreads]

[She hops over to the rooftop upon which the dragon sits, though she doesn't tread any closer. Curiosity has its weak points but she knows not to intrude too much. She takes a moment to just look Khisanth over, quietly marveling at the look of the scales, the size of her, and her impressive claws.]

Hi.

[Is this the one her father and Clark have seen? She's not sure.]

It attacked you?

[Obviously, she's talking about the little creature under her claw.]

[fantasycliche]

[ She's aware of the scrutiny, of course, which strikes her very much as As It Should Be. She's beautiful, why shouldn't people look? But then, yes, back to the matter at hand. ]

No. [ One claw rakes the thing open lengthwise, and in just a few weakening screeches more, it's silent. Khisanth doesn't even spare its death a glance, though, attention on Cass. ] It was just unlucky.

[bodyreads]

[Poor creature. But it would have hurt someone else, and so she can't feel sorry for it. Bad luck.]

I haven't seen you here before.

[Up here, specifically. She takes two steps closer and stops.]

What's your name?

[fantasycliche]

[ Khisanth watches her coolly, flicking the corpse of the creature off to the side casually, and then unmoving. The resemblance to the Batman she's already met is pretty clear, but so are the differences between them. Odd. ]

Khisanth. And yours?